Down the rabbit hole

I have days where I feel like I've gone down the rabbit hole and can't climb out.  Sometimes getting involved with feral cats and cat rescue feels like the best thing that's happened to me and sometimes it feels like the worst thing that's happened to me.

The last two nights I've gotten home at 9 p.m., not getting any exercise, pulling something out of the fridge to eat.  On Monday evening I trapped (unsuccessfully) after work, then Connie and I went to Ruth's to give her a bottle feeding lesson as the one little two week old kitten was not nursing well.

Last night I took her cat Emmett, the huge grey male who was recently neutered to the vet, as he was drooling and not eating well.  Poor Emmett had a tongue ulcer and ear mites.  Of course Ruth has no money so I paid for the vet visit.  I don't know what the answer is for people who have pets but can't afford vet care.  

I just hope the kittens are ok, I'm worried he has the calici virus and if young kittens get sick it can be bad news fast.  The other seven kittens are about 5 or 6 weeks old running around, so cute, and will be able to go to a foster home next week.

I also returned Ava, who was TNRed last week.  Tomorrow night it's off to Scarborough to trap.  Right now on top of my full time job I think I'm doing about 20 hours of feral cat feeding/cat rescue work and trying to fit in my personal life (oh right I don't have one), ok, just manage to spend some time with my cats and do the laundry.